The sunlight was like broken gold thread, falling on the deep bamboo groove. A gentle breeze blew with a faint aroma of plants.
A dozen young men and women sat around Su Wan and Jiang Xuecheng, forming a circle surrounding them.
Now, she was in a position which was difficult for her to retreat. Su Wan placed the Fengqiwu carefully on the table and then looked up at Jiang Xuecheng with eyes of resentment.
"What do you want to play?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xuecheng smiled faintly. "Don't you only know one piece?"
Moreover, she had not actually mastered that piece but Jiang Xuecheng did not say this openly in public.
Su Wan was taken aback. Did this man mean 'Tune of a Peaceful Night'?
It was indeed a song for the occasion.
